Thursday, March 02, 2006

I studied with Josef Albers at Yale. No one would ever call him Joe; it was always Mr Albers. He was a nice guy, but you couldn't share a beer with him. He could be very dogmatic and get angry. What was clear was that he was the master and you were the student. I remember one day a student in the class asked him: "Mr Albers, I am confused. Last week you said X, this week you said Y, and they seem to contradict each other," to which Albers immediately replied: "Young lady, in that case you have a choice."